Winds that are crashing and clouds that are turning A premonition of sails that were burning Woke up in silence and looked out my window It's weathers like these turn women to widows
Drawn by another, into each other Lie in the heathers, woven to covers Sleep like a deadweight, fragile as feathers
Welcome the waves that will bring you back to me Call on the ravens and send them out to sea Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home It's weathers like these that turn women to widows
Drawn by another, into each other Lie in the heathers, woven to covers Sleep like a deadweight, fragile as feathers.